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