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