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