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