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