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