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