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