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