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