One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.

Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.

What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?

Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.

Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.

The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.

Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?

From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.

Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.

Walking is Zen; sitting, too.

Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!

Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?

To call heaven earth makes it earth? To name earth heaven makes it heaven?

Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.

Never comparable to anything: How can I preach it?

Spring comes: grass grows.

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.

Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?

It rains: the earth wet.

Produce Mind Without attachment to anything.

Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.

However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.

Seek satori within yourself! Where else?

Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.

Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!

No good thought, no evil thought.

The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.

Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.

A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.

When cold say cold; When hot say hot.

Ordinary mind is the Way.

Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.

Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.

Fire is hot; water, cold.

Once you preach, the point is gone.

Watch your own steps!

From the origins nothing exists.

He dies, I die - Where can we meet?

Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.

No ugliness in a loved child.

Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!

Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.

With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.

Worldly passions inseparable from satori.

Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?

Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.

Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.

Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.

Killing or vivifying is in these hands.

A hungry dog bites a dry bone.