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