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