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