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