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