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