Produce Mind Without attachment to anything.
Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.
The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.
Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.
Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.
Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?
Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.
Watch your own steps!
Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?
Walking is Zen; sitting, too.
No ugliness in a loved child.
Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.
The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.
Ordinary mind is the Way.
Killing or vivifying is in these hands.
Fire is hot; water, cold.
Seek satori within yourself! Where else?
From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.
When cold say cold; When hot say hot.
Once you preach, the point is gone.
Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.
From the origins nothing exists.
Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.
A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.
Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.
A hungry dog bites a dry bone.
With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.
Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!
One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.
It rains: the earth wet.
Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.
Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.
To call heaven earth makes it earth? To name earth heaven makes it heaven?
Worldly passions inseparable from satori.
One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.
Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.
Coming back with satori but everything just as before: Hermit Mountain's drizzle and mist, Crooked River's waves . . .
Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.
Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?
Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.
No good thought, no evil thought.
Spring comes: grass grows.
Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!
Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.
However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.
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.
What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?
Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?
He dies, I die - Where can we meet?
Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!