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