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