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