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