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