Fire is hot; water, cold.
Coming back with satori but everything just as before: Hermit Mountain's drizzle and mist, Crooked River's waves . . .
No ugliness in a loved child.
Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!
From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.
The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.
Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.
Watch your own steps!
Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.
Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!
One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.
It rains: the earth wet.
No good thought, no evil thought.
He dies, I die - Where can we meet?
Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.
Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.
Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.
The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.
With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.
Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.
Ordinary mind is the Way.
From the origins nothing exists.
Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.
Walking is Zen; sitting, too.
Once you preach, the point is gone.
Worldly passions inseparable from satori.
Produce Mind Without attachment to anything.
Spring comes: grass grows.
Seek satori within yourself! Where else?
A hungry dog bites a dry bone.
What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?
Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.
Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.
Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.
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.
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.
Killing or vivifying is in these hands.
Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!
To call heaven earth makes it earth? To name earth heaven makes it heaven?
When cold say cold; When hot say hot.
Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?
Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.
Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.
One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.
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?
Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.