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