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