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