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