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