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