No good thought, no evil thought.
Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.
With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.
Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.
It rains: the earth wet.
The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.
Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?
Killing or vivifying is in these hands.
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.
Diamond Sutra
A hungry dog bites a dry bone.
No ugliness in a loved child.
To call heaven earth makes it earth? To name earth heaven makes it heaven?
Watch your own steps!
One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.
Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.
One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.
Fire is hot; water, cold.
Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.
Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.
He dies, I die - Where can we meet?
Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.
Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.
Ordinary mind is the Way.
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?
Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!
Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?
Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!
When cold say cold; When hot say hot.
Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.
Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.
Walking is Zen; sitting, too.
Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!
Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.
From the origins nothing exists.
Once you preach, the point is gone.
Coming back with satori but everything just as before: Hermit Mountain's drizzle and mist, Crooked River's waves . . .
What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?
Produce Mind Without attachment to anything.
Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.
Spring comes: grass grows.
Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.
Seek satori within yourself! Where else?
A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.
However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.
Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.
From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.
Worldly passions inseparable from satori.
Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?
