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