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