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