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