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