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