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