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