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