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