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