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