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