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