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