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