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