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