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