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