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