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