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