From the origins nothing exists.
Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.
Coming back with satori but everything just as before: Hermit Mountain's drizzle and mist, Crooked River's waves . . .
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.
However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.
Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.
Once you preach, the point is gone.
Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?
The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.
Walking is Zen; sitting, too.
One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.
Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.
Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.
Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.
From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.
Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!
Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.
A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.
Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.
Killing or vivifying is in these hands.
A hungry dog bites a dry bone.
Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?
Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.
Spring comes: grass grows.
With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.
Ordinary mind is the Way.
The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.
Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?
What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?
One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.
Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.
Worldly passions inseparable from satori.
When cold say cold; When hot say hot.
Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.
Fire is hot; water, cold.
Seek satori within yourself! Where else?
To call heaven earth makes it earth? To name earth heaven makes it heaven?
Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.
Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.
It rains: the earth wet.
Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.
Watch your own steps!
Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!
Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.
No ugliness in a loved child.
Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!
He dies, I die - Where can we meet?
Never comparable to anything: How can I preach it?
Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.
No good thought, no evil thought.