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