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