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