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