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