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