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