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