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