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