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