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