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