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