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