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