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