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