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