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