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