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