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