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