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