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