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