Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.
Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.
The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.
A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.
Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.
Watch your own steps!
From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.
What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?
Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.
Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?
No ugliness in a loved child.
One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.
Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!
Worldly passions inseparable from satori.
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.
Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?
He dies, I die - Where can we meet?
When cold say cold; When hot say hot.
A hungry dog bites a dry bone.
Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.
With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.
Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?
Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.
Seek satori within yourself! Where else?
Ordinary mind is the Way.
No good thought, no evil thought.
Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.
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 . . .
Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!
Killing or vivifying is in these hands.
Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.
Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.
Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!
It rains: the earth wet.
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.
Walking is Zen; sitting, too.
From the origins nothing exists.
Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?
One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.
Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.
Never comparable to anything: How can I preach it?
Fire is hot; water, cold.
Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.
Once you preach, the point is gone.
Spring comes: grass grows.
Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.
The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.
Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.