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