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