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