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