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