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