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