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