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