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