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