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