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