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