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