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