From the origins nothing exists.
Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!
Fire is hot; water, cold.
Seek satori within yourself! Where else?
Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.
A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.
Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.
One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.
Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?
He dies, I die - Where can we meet?
Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.
Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.
What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?
It rains: the earth wet.
Killing or vivifying is in these hands.
Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?
Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.
Once you preach, the point is gone.
However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.
Worldly passions inseparable from satori.
Walking is Zen; sitting, too.
Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.
Spring comes: grass grows.
Ordinary mind is the Way.
Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.
When cold say cold; When hot say hot.
With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.
Coming back with satori but everything just as before: Hermit Mountain's drizzle and mist, Crooked River's waves . . .
Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.
Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.
Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!
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.
No ugliness in a loved child.
Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?
Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.
Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.
To call heaven earth makes it earth? To name earth heaven makes it heaven?
A hungry dog bites a dry bone.
Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?
No good thought, no evil thought.
One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.
The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.
Never comparable to anything: How can I preach it?
Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.
Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.
Watch your own steps!
Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.
The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.
Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!
Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.