Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.
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.
Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.
Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.
He dies, I die - Where can we meet?
The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.
Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!
Killing or vivifying is in these hands.
Worldly passions inseparable from satori.
Seek satori within yourself! Where else?
Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.
Coming back with satori but everything just as before: Hermit Mountain's drizzle and mist, Crooked River's waves . . .
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.
Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.
Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.
No good thought, no evil thought.
From the origins nothing exists.
To call heaven earth makes it earth? To name earth heaven makes it heaven?
Once you preach, the point is gone.
What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?
Ordinary mind is the Way.
Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.
Produce Mind Without attachment to anything.
No ugliness in a loved child.
Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?
Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.
Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.
When cold say cold; When hot say hot.
Fire is hot; water, cold.
Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.
The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.
Walking is Zen; sitting, too.
Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.
Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!
One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.
It rains: the earth wet.
Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!
A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.
A hungry dog bites a dry bone.
Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?
Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?
Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.
Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.
Watch your own steps!
Spring comes: grass grows.
With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.
Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?
From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.
However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.