No good thought, no evil thought.
Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.
Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.
Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!
Watch your own steps!
Ordinary mind is the Way.
However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.
Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.
No ugliness in a loved child.
The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.
Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.
Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.
Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?
Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.
What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?
With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.
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.
Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.
Fire is hot; water, cold.
Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.
The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.
Walking is Zen; sitting, too.
To call heaven earth makes it earth? To name earth heaven makes it heaven?
Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!
Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!
Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.
When cold say cold; When hot say hot.
A hungry dog bites a dry bone.
Spring comes: grass grows.
Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?
He dies, I die - Where can we meet?
A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.
Worldly passions inseparable from satori.
Once you preach, the point is gone.
Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.
Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.
One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.
Produce Mind Without attachment to anything.
Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?
It rains: the earth wet.
Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.
Killing or vivifying is in these hands.
Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.
Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?
Seek satori within yourself! Where else?
Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.
From the origins nothing exists.
One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.
Coming back with satori but everything just as before: Hermit Mountain's drizzle and mist, Crooked River's waves . . .