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