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