The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.
Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.
No good thought, no evil thought.
A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.
Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?
Once you preach, the point is gone.
Spring comes: grass grows.
Fire is hot; water, cold.
Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!
Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.
To call heaven earth makes it earth? To name earth heaven makes it heaven?
No ugliness in a loved child.
Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.
The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.
From the origins nothing exists.
Walking is Zen; sitting, too.
What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?
Never comparable to anything: How can I preach it?
When cold say cold; When hot say hot.
Watch your own steps!
Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.
One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.
Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.
Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.
With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.
Coming back with satori but everything just as before: Hermit Mountain's drizzle and mist, Crooked River's waves . . .
He dies, I die - Where can we meet?
Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.
Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!
Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?
Worldly passions inseparable from satori.
Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.
However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.
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.
Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?
Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.
Seek satori within yourself! Where else?
Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.
A hungry dog bites a dry bone.
Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.
Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.
One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.
Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!
Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?
Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.
Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.
It rains: the earth wet.
Killing or vivifying is in these hands.
Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.
From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.