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