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