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