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