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