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