Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.

No ugliness in a loved child.

Seek satori within yourself! Where else?

Spring comes: grass grows.

No good thought, no evil thought.

Walking is Zen; sitting, too.

Watch your own steps!

One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.

With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.

One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.

Never comparable to anything: How can I preach it?

What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?

Ordinary mind is the Way.

Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?

Fire is hot; water, cold.

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.

Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.

Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.

From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.

When cold say cold; When hot say hot.

Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!

The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.

A hungry dog bites a dry bone.

Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.

Killing or vivifying is in these hands.

Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.

It rains: the earth wet.

Produce Mind Without attachment to anything.

However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.

Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.

Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!

Worldly passions inseparable from satori.

Coming back with satori but everything just as before: Hermit Mountain's drizzle and mist, Crooked River's waves . . .

Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.

Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.

From the origins nothing exists.

Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!

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.

Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.

Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?

A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.

Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?

He dies, I die - Where can we meet?

Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.

Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.

Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.

Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.

Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?

Once you preach, the point is gone.