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