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