Produce Mind Without attachment to anything.
Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.
Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.
It rains: the earth wet.
No ugliness in a loved child.
One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.
Coming back with satori but everything just as before: Hermit Mountain's drizzle and mist, Crooked River's waves . . .
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 good thought, no evil thought.
However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.
Once you preach, the point is gone.
Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.
Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?
Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.
A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.
Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!
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?
Killing or vivifying is in these hands.
Spring comes: grass grows.
Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.
Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.
Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!
The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.
He dies, I die - Where can we meet?
Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.
Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?
Watch your own steps!
To call heaven earth makes it earth? To name earth heaven makes it heaven?
Walking is Zen; sitting, too.
Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.
What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?
Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.
From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.
Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?
A hungry dog bites a dry bone.
Fire is hot; water, cold.
With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.
The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.
When cold say cold; When hot say hot.
Seek satori within yourself! Where else?
Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.
Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.
Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.
Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.
From the origins nothing exists.
Ordinary mind is the Way.
Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.
Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!