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