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