Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.
Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!
The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.
No good thought, no evil thought.
Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.
He dies, I die - Where can we meet?
No ugliness in a loved child.
Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.
Ordinary mind is the Way.
However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.
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 . . .
Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.
Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?
Once you preach, the point is gone.
Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!
Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.
Worldly passions inseparable from satori.
The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.
To call heaven earth makes it earth? To name earth heaven makes it heaven?
Fire is hot; water, cold.
With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.
Walking is Zen; sitting, too.
Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.
Never comparable to anything: How can I preach it?
Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?
Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.
Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.
Spring comes: grass grows.
Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.
When cold say cold; When hot say hot.
From the origins nothing exists.
Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.
A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.
Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.
Watch your own steps!
Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.
Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!
Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.
Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.
One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.
What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?
From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.
One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.
A hungry dog bites a dry bone.
Seek satori within yourself! Where else?
Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?
It rains: the earth wet.
Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?
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.