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