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