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