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