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