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