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