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