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