Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.
One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.
A hungry dog bites a dry bone.
Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.
Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.
With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.
However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.
Once you preach, the point is gone.
Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.
When cold say cold; When hot say hot.
The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.
Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!
Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!
Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.
Ordinary mind is the Way.
Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?
Worldly passions inseparable from satori.
From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.
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.
Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.
Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!
No good thought, no evil thought.
Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.
A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.
Killing or vivifying is in these hands.
Seek satori within yourself! Where else?
The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.
Fire is hot; water, cold.
Produce Mind Without attachment to anything.
One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.
Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?
No ugliness in a loved child.
Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.
Walking is Zen; sitting, too.
He dies, I die - Where can we meet?
Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.
Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.
Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.
It rains: the earth wet.
Coming back with satori but everything just as before: Hermit Mountain's drizzle and mist, Crooked River's waves . . .
What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?
To call heaven earth makes it earth? To name earth heaven makes it heaven?
Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?
Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.
Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.
From the origins nothing exists.
Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?
Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.
Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.
Watch your own steps!