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