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