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