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