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