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