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