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