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