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