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