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