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