No good thought, no evil thought.
A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.
One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.
No ugliness in a loved child.
Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?
Never comparable to anything: How can I preach it?
Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?
Once you preach, the point is gone.
Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.
One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.
Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.
Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.
Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!
Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.
Watch your own steps!
Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.
From the origins nothing exists.
With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.
Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.
Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!
Worldly passions inseparable from satori.
Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.
Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.
The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.
Fire is hot; water, cold.
Spring comes: grass grows.
Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.
Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.
However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.
A hungry dog bites a dry bone.
Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?
The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.
Killing or vivifying is in these hands.
From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.
To call heaven earth makes it earth? To name earth heaven makes it heaven?
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.
Coming back with satori but everything just as before: Hermit Mountain's drizzle and mist, Crooked River's waves . . .
It rains: the earth wet.
Seek satori within yourself! Where else?
When cold say cold; When hot say hot.
He dies, I die - Where can we meet?
Ordinary mind is the Way.
Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!
Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.
Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?
Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.
Walking is Zen; sitting, too.
Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.
What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?
Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.