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