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