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