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