Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.
Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.
Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.
Coming back with satori but everything just as before: Hermit Mountain's drizzle and mist, Crooked River's waves . . .
With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.
From the origins nothing exists.
A hungry dog bites a dry bone.
Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?
From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.
No ugliness in a loved child.
Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.
Worldly passions inseparable from satori.
Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?
The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.
Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.
One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.
Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.
Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.
Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.
Seek satori within yourself! Where else?
One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.
Fire is hot; water, cold.
Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!
Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?
Once you preach, the point is gone.
Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.
Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.
Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!
Ordinary mind is the Way.
To call heaven earth makes it earth? To name earth heaven makes it heaven?
The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.
What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?
Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.
When cold say cold; When hot say hot.
Walking is Zen; sitting, too.
A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.
Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.
Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.
No good thought, no evil thought.
Never comparable to anything: How can I preach it?
He dies, I die - Where can we meet?
Spring comes: grass grows.
It rains: the earth wet.
Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.
Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!
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.
However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.
Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?
Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.
Killing or vivifying is in these hands.