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