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