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