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