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