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