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