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