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