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