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