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