Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.
Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.
Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!
Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!
Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.
One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.
Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.
Once you preach, the point is gone.
Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.
Never comparable to anything: How can I preach it?
The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.
One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.
Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.
Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?
Watch your own steps!
Killing or vivifying is in these hands.
Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.
Produce Mind Without attachment to anything.
The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.
Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.
Walking is Zen; sitting, too.
When cold say cold; When hot say hot.
It rains: the earth wet.
A hungry dog bites a dry bone.
Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.
Fire is hot; water, cold.
To call heaven earth makes it earth? To name earth heaven makes it heaven?
All things that exist are like a dream, a phantom, a bubble, a reflection; they are like dew or lightning; thus should you view them.
What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?
From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.
Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?
He dies, I die - Where can we meet?
Seek satori within yourself! Where else?
Worldly passions inseparable from satori.
Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.
Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.
Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.
Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?
However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.
Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.
Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?
No ugliness in a loved child.
With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.
Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.
Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.
Coming back with satori but everything just as before: Hermit Mountain's drizzle and mist, Crooked River's waves . . .
Spring comes: grass grows.
Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!
No good thought, no evil thought.
A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.