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