From the origins nothing exists.
Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.
Once you preach, the point is gone.
It rains: the earth wet.
Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.
Walking is Zen; sitting, too.
However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.
Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?
Seek satori within yourself! Where else?
Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!
Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.
Worldly passions inseparable from satori.
Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!
Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?
To call heaven earth makes it earth? To name earth heaven makes it heaven?
Never comparable to anything: How can I preach it?
The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.
Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!
One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.
No good thought, no evil thought.
Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.
Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.
A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.
What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?
One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.
Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.
Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.
When cold say cold; When hot say hot.
Fire is hot; water, cold.
Spring comes: grass grows.
No ugliness in a loved child.
Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.
The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.
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 . . .
Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.
With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.
Ordinary mind is the Way.
Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.
Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.
Killing or vivifying is in these hands.
Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.
Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.
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.
Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.
He dies, I die - Where can we meet?
Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?
Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.
A hungry dog bites a dry bone.
Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?