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