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