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