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