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