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