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