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