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