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