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