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