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