The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.
Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.
One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.
From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.
A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.
Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.
Fire is hot; water, cold.
Spring comes: grass grows.
Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.
Watch your own steps!
One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.
Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.
No good thought, no evil thought.
The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.
Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.
Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!
Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.
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.
Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?
Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.
Once you preach, the point is gone.
Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?
Seek satori within yourself! Where else?
Ordinary mind is the Way.
He dies, I die - Where can we meet?
When cold say cold; When hot say hot.
Killing or vivifying is in these hands.
Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!
With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.
What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?
Produce Mind Without attachment to anything.
Walking is Zen; sitting, too.
Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.
It rains: the earth wet.
Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.
To call heaven earth makes it earth? To name earth heaven makes it heaven?
Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.
However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.
A hungry dog bites a dry bone.
Coming back with satori but everything just as before: Hermit Mountain's drizzle and mist, Crooked River's waves . . .
From the origins nothing exists.
Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.
Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.
Worldly passions inseparable from satori.
Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.
Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.
No ugliness in a loved child.
Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?
Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?
Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.