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