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