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