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