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