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