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