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