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