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