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