Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.
He dies, I die - Where can we meet?
A hungry dog bites a dry bone.
Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.
However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.
Ordinary mind is the Way.
Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.
Coming back with satori but everything just as before: Hermit Mountain's drizzle and mist, Crooked River's waves . . .
To call heaven earth makes it earth? To name earth heaven makes it heaven?
Once you preach, the point is gone.
Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.
Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.
Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?
From the origins nothing exists.
One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.
Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?
A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.
Fire is hot; water, cold.
Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.
With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.
Spring comes: grass grows.
Walking is Zen; sitting, too.
Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.
One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.
Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?
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.
Produce Mind Without attachment to anything.
Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.
Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.
No good thought, no evil thought.
Killing or vivifying is in these hands.
Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!
When cold say cold; When hot say hot.
The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.
Seek satori within yourself! Where else?
No ugliness in a loved child.
Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.
Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.
Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.
Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.
Watch your own steps!
Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!
Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?
Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!
From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.
It rains: the earth wet.
The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.
Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.
What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?
Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.