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