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