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