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