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