Produce Mind Without attachment to anything.
Fire is hot; water, cold.
It rains: the earth wet.
One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.
Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.
Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.
A hungry dog bites a dry bone.
The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.
Killing or vivifying is in these hands.
Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.
Watch your own steps!
Ordinary mind is the Way.
Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.
When cold say cold; When hot say hot.
Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!
Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?
Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.
Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.
Worldly passions inseparable from satori.
With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.
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.
Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!
To call heaven earth makes it earth? To name earth heaven makes it heaven?
Spring comes: grass grows.
Coming back with satori but everything just as before: Hermit Mountain's drizzle and mist, Crooked River's waves . . .
No good thought, no evil thought.
From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.
Once you preach, the point is gone.
Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.
From the origins nothing exists.
Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.
Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.
Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?
Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.
Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!
Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.
Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.
Seek satori within yourself! Where else?
Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.
Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.
Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?
A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.
He dies, I die - Where can we meet?
Walking is Zen; sitting, too.
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.
Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?
One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.
The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.
No ugliness in a loved child.