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