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