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