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