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