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