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