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

Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.

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

Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.

No good thought, no evil thought.

Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.

Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?

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.

Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.

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

Once you preach, the point is gone.

Seek satori within yourself! Where else?

Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?

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

Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.

Watch your own steps!

Ordinary mind is the Way.

One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.

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

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

Walking is Zen; sitting, too.

From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Killing or vivifying is in these hands.

Never comparable to anything: How can I preach it?

Fire is hot; water, cold.

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

When cold say cold; When hot say hot.

No ugliness in a loved child.

From the origins nothing exists.

He dies, I die - Where can we meet?

Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.

Spring comes: grass grows.

It rains: the earth wet.

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

Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!

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

Produce Mind Without attachment to anything.

A hungry dog bites a dry bone.

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

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

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

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

Worldly passions inseparable from satori.