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