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