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