No good thought, no evil thought.
Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.
Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.
Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.
When cold say cold; When hot say hot.
Fire is hot; water, cold.
Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.
He dies, I die - Where can we meet?
A hungry dog bites a dry bone.
Killing or vivifying is in these hands.
Once you preach, the point is gone.
However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.
From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.
Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.
Ordinary mind is the Way.
Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.
Worldly passions inseparable from satori.
Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!
One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.
Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?
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.
No ugliness in a loved child.
To call heaven earth makes it earth? To name earth heaven makes it heaven?
Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.
Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!
Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?
What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?
From the origins nothing exists.
Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?
Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?
Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.
Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.
A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.
It rains: the earth wet.
Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.
Watch your own steps!
Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.
Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.
Spring comes: grass grows.
Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!
Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.
Produce Mind Without attachment to anything.
Coming back with satori but everything just as before: Hermit Mountain's drizzle and mist, Crooked River's waves . . .
The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.
Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.
One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.
Walking is Zen; sitting, too.
With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.
The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.
Seek satori within yourself! Where else?