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