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