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