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