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