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