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