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