Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.
A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.
One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.
From the origins nothing exists.
Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.
Walking is Zen; sitting, too.
To call heaven earth makes it earth? To name earth heaven makes it heaven?
Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.
Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.
Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?
Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.
With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.
One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.
The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.
Watch your own steps!
Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.
No ugliness in a loved child.
Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.
Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.
Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.
A hungry dog bites a dry bone.
No good thought, no evil thought.
Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?
Once you preach, the point is gone.
Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.
Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.
Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.
Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.
From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.
The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.
Killing or vivifying is in these hands.
Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!
When cold say cold; When hot say hot.
He dies, I die - Where can we meet?
Spring comes: grass grows.
Fire is hot; water, cold.
Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.
It rains: the earth wet.
What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?
Produce Mind Without attachment to anything.
Worldly passions inseparable from satori.
Seek satori within yourself! Where else?
Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?
Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.
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.
Ordinary mind is the Way.
Coming back with satori but everything just as before: Hermit Mountain's drizzle and mist, Crooked River's waves . . .
Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!
Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!
However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.