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