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