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