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