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