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