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