No good thought, no evil thought.
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.
To call heaven earth makes it earth? To name earth heaven makes it heaven?
One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.
Ordinary mind is the Way.
Fire is hot; water, cold.
One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.
Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.
The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.
Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!
He dies, I die - Where can we meet?
Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!
Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.
Watch your own steps!
Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.
What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?
Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.
Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.
Seek satori within yourself! Where else?
From the origins nothing exists.
Worldly passions inseparable from satori.
However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.
Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!
Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?
Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?
Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.
Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.
Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.
Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.
Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?
When cold say cold; When hot say hot.
With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.
Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.
Walking is Zen; sitting, too.
Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.
Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.
The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.
Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.
Coming back with satori but everything just as before: Hermit Mountain's drizzle and mist, Crooked River's waves . . .
Spring comes: grass grows.
No ugliness in a loved child.
Killing or vivifying is in these hands.
Never comparable to anything: How can I preach it?
Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.
A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.
Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.
From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.
It rains: the earth wet.
Once you preach, the point is gone.
As soon possible!