From the origins nothing exists.

Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.

A hungry dog bites a dry bone.

No good thought, no evil thought.

The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.

Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.

Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.

Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?

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.

Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.

Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.

Spring comes: grass grows.

Ordinary mind is the Way.

Walking is Zen; sitting, too.

Watch your own steps!

Killing or vivifying is in these hands.

Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.

Fire is hot; water, cold.

Coming back with satori but everything just as before: Hermit Mountain's drizzle and mist, Crooked River's waves . . .

Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.

Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.

He dies, I die - Where can we meet?

Seek satori within yourself! Where else?

Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.

Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!

Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.

Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.

Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?

Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.

The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.

One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.

Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!

Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.

To call heaven earth makes it earth? To name earth heaven makes it heaven?

When cold say cold; When hot say hot.

Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?

Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!

A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.

From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.

Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.

It rains: the earth wet.

Never comparable to anything: How can I preach it?

One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.

Once you preach, the point is gone.

No ugliness in a loved child.

However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.

Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.

Produce Mind Without attachment to anything.

Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?