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