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