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