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