Fire is hot; water, cold.
The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.
Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.
Coming back with satori but everything just as before: Hermit Mountain's drizzle and mist, Crooked River's waves . . .
Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.
Once you preach, the point is gone.
Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.
Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.
Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.
One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.
However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.
No good thought, no evil thought.
Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.
With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.
Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.
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.
Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?
Spring comes: grass grows.
Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?
Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.
What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?
Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.
Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.
Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.
Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!
From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.
Seek satori within yourself! Where else?
One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.
Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?
Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!
Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.
He dies, I die - Where can we meet?
Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.
A hungry dog bites a dry bone.
Produce Mind Without attachment to anything.
When cold say cold; When hot say hot.
Watch your own steps!
Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!
Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.
Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?
The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.
Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.
From the origins nothing exists.
Walking is Zen; sitting, too.
To call heaven earth makes it earth? To name earth heaven makes it heaven?
Worldly passions inseparable from satori.
Killing or vivifying is in these hands.
A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.
It rains: the earth wet.
Ordinary mind is the Way.