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