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