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