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