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