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