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