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