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