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