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