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