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