No good thought, no evil thought.
Worldly passions inseparable from satori.
A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.
From the origins nothing exists.
Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.
One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.
Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.
Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?
Walking is Zen; sitting, too.
Killing or vivifying is in these hands.
Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.
Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.
With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.
What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?
He dies, I die - Where can we meet?
Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.
Once you preach, the point is gone.
Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?
Ordinary mind is the Way.
Seek satori within yourself! Where else?
Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!
From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.
Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.
Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.
To call heaven earth makes it earth? To name earth heaven makes it heaven?
A hungry dog bites a dry bone.
Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?
Produce Mind Without attachment to anything.
Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.
Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.
Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!
Watch your own steps!
No ugliness in a loved child.
Fire is hot; water, cold.
The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.
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.
Coming back with satori but everything just as before: Hermit Mountain's drizzle and mist, Crooked River's waves . . .
It rains: the earth wet.
Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.
Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.
The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.
However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.
Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.
Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.
Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?
Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.
Spring comes: grass grows.
One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.
Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.
When cold say cold; When hot say hot.