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