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