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