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