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