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