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