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