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