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