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