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