Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.
From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.
Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.
Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.
Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.
Coming back with satori but everything just as before: Hermit Mountain's drizzle and mist, Crooked River's waves . . .
Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?
Worldly passions inseparable from satori.
Once you preach, the point is gone.
However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.
Spring comes: grass grows.
Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!
With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.
He dies, I die - Where can we meet?
The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.
A hungry dog bites a dry bone.
Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.
No good thought, no evil thought.
One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.
Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.
No ugliness in a loved child.
To call heaven earth makes it earth? To name earth heaven makes it heaven?
Fire is hot; water, cold.
Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.
Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?
Never comparable to anything: How can I preach it?
Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.
Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.
It rains: the earth wet.
Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.
Watch your own steps!
Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.
Ordinary mind is the Way.
Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?
Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.
Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?
When cold say cold; When hot say hot.
Killing or vivifying is in these hands.
Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.
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.
From the origins nothing exists.
Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.
What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?
One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.
A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.
Walking is Zen; sitting, too.
The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.
Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.
Seek satori within yourself! Where else?
Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!