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