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