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