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