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