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