When cold say cold; When hot say hot.
However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.
Coming back with satori but everything just as before: Hermit Mountain's drizzle and mist, Crooked River's waves . . .
Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.
Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.
Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?
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.
Walking is Zen; sitting, too.
The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.
Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?
Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.
Fire is hot; water, cold.
One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.
Never comparable to anything: How can I preach it?
He dies, I die - Where can we meet?
No ugliness in a loved child.
Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!
It rains: the earth wet.
No good thought, no evil thought.
Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!
Watch your own steps!
Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!
The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.
Killing or vivifying is in these hands.
Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.
Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.
Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.
Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.
Spring comes: grass grows.
A hungry dog bites a dry bone.
Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.
What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?
Worldly passions inseparable from satori.
Once you preach, the point is gone.
With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.
From the origins nothing exists.
Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.
Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.
Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?
A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.
One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.
From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.
Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.
Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.
Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?
To call heaven earth makes it earth? To name earth heaven makes it heaven?
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.
Ordinary mind is the Way.
Seek satori within yourself! Where else?