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