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