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