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