Fire is hot; water, cold.
Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.
Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.
Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.
Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.
Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.
Produce Mind Without attachment to anything.
Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?
The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.
Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?
Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.
Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!
Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.
A hungry dog bites a dry bone.
A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.
Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.
He dies, I die - Where can we meet?
When cold say cold; When hot say hot.
Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.
Walking is Zen; sitting, too.
Watch your own steps!
From the origins nothing exists.
Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!
To call heaven earth makes it earth? To name earth heaven makes it heaven?
Killing or vivifying is in these hands.
Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?
One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.
From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.
Ordinary mind is the Way.
With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.
Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.
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.
However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.
No ugliness in a loved child.
Once you preach, the point is gone.
Seek satori within yourself! Where else?
It rains: the earth wet.
Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.
Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.
Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!
Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.
The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.
No good thought, no evil thought.
One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.
Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.
Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.
Worldly passions inseparable from satori.
Coming back with satori but everything just as before: Hermit Mountain's drizzle and mist, Crooked River's waves . . .
Spring comes: grass grows.
What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?