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