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