Fire is hot; water, cold.

Killing or vivifying is in these hands.

What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?

From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.

He dies, I die - Where can we meet?

A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.

The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.

Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.

Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.

Coming back with satori but everything just as before: Hermit Mountain's drizzle and mist, Crooked River's waves . . .

To call heaven earth makes it earth? To name earth heaven makes it heaven?

One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.

From the origins nothing exists.

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.

Watch your own steps!

Never comparable to anything: How can I preach it?

No good thought, no evil thought.

Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.

Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?

Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.

Once you preach, the point is gone.

Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?

Worldly passions inseparable from satori.

Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?

Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!

The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.

Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.

Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.

It rains: the earth wet.

Produce Mind Without attachment to anything.

Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.

When cold say cold; When hot say hot.

One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.

Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.

Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.

Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.

Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.

A hungry dog bites a dry bone.

Walking is Zen; sitting, too.

Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!

Ordinary mind is the Way.

With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.

Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.

Seek satori within yourself! Where else?

Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.

However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.

Spring comes: grass grows.

Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.

Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!

Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.