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