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