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