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