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