Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.
Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.
Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?
Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.
Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?
It rains: the earth wet.
Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.
Produce Mind Without attachment to anything.
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.
From the origins nothing exists.
Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?
What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?
One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.
Fire is hot; water, cold.
Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!
Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.
No ugliness in a loved child.
Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.
However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.
Coming back with satori but everything just as before: Hermit Mountain's drizzle and mist, Crooked River's waves . . .
To call heaven earth makes it earth? To name earth heaven makes it heaven?
No good thought, no evil thought.
Killing or vivifying is in these hands.
Watch your own steps!
Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.
The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.
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.
Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?
Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.
With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.
When cold say cold; When hot say hot.
Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!
Seek satori within yourself! Where else?
Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.
Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!
Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.
He dies, I die - Where can we meet?
Walking is Zen; sitting, too.
From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.
The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.
Ordinary mind is the Way.
Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.
A hungry dog bites a dry bone.
Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.
Once you preach, the point is gone.
Worldly passions inseparable from satori.
Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.
Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.
Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.