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