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