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