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