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