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