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