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