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