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