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