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