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