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