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