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