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