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