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