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