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