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