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