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