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