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