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