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