From the origins nothing exists.
What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?
Walking is Zen; sitting, too.
The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.
It rains: the earth wet.
He dies, I die - Where can we meet?
Never comparable to anything: How can I preach it?
Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?
No ugliness in a loved child.
Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.
Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.
Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.
Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?
Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.
Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.
Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.
Worldly passions inseparable from satori.
When cold say cold; When hot say hot.
Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.
No good thought, no evil thought.
Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!
Once you preach, the point is gone.
From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.
Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!
Ordinary mind is the Way.
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.
Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.
Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.
Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?
Killing or vivifying is in these hands.
Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.
With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.
Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.
Spring comes: grass grows.
The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.
Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.
A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.
Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?
Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.
One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.
One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.
Fire is hot; water, cold.
Seek satori within yourself! Where else?
Coming back with satori but everything just as before: Hermit Mountain's drizzle and mist, Crooked River's waves . . .
However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.
Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.
Watch your own steps!
To call heaven earth makes it earth? To name earth heaven makes it heaven?
A hungry dog bites a dry bone.
Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!