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