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