Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.
Walking is Zen; sitting, too.
From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.
Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.
Seek satori within yourself! Where else?
What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?
Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.
Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?
Fire is hot; water, cold.
Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.
Never comparable to anything: How can I preach it?
Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?
From the origins nothing exists.
Killing or vivifying is in these hands.
Once you preach, the point is gone.
Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.
Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.
Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.
Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.
Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?
It rains: the earth wet.
One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.
A hungry dog bites a dry bone.
The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.
A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.
Coming back with satori but everything just as before: Hermit Mountain's drizzle and mist, Crooked River's waves . . .
Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.
Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.
He dies, I die - Where can we meet?
Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!
Worldly passions inseparable from satori.
Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!
The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.
No good thought, no evil thought.
With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.
Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.
To call heaven earth makes it earth? To name earth heaven makes it heaven?
Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.
However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.
Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.
Ordinary mind is the Way.
One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.
Watch your own steps!
When cold say cold; When hot say hot.
Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?
Spring comes: grass grows.
Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.
Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.
Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!
No ugliness in a loved child.