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