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