It rains: the earth wet.

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

When cold say cold; When hot say hot.

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

Worldly passions inseparable from satori.

Walking is Zen; sitting, too.

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

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

One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.

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

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

Fire is hot; water, cold.

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

Once you preach, the point is gone.

Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!

Produce Mind Without attachment to anything.

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

Watch your own steps!

From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.

Ordinary mind is the Way.

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

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

No ugliness in a loved child.

Killing or vivifying is in these hands.

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

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

Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.

Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?

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

Spring comes: grass grows.

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

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.

Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?

Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.

No good thought, no evil thought.

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

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!

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

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

Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.

Seek satori within yourself! Where else?

Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.

Never comparable to anything: How can I preach it?

Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.

Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.

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

Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?

He dies, I die - Where can we meet?