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