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