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