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