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