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