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