When cold say cold; When hot say hot.

Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?

Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.

Fire is hot; water, cold.

A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.

Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.

Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.

Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.

Never comparable to anything: How can I preach it?

Once you preach, the point is gone.

One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.

Spring comes: grass grows.

Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.

Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?

Seek satori within yourself! Where else?

No ugliness in a loved child.

Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.

A hungry dog bites a dry bone.

Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.

Walking is Zen; sitting, too.

He dies, I die - Where can we meet?

What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?

Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.

Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!

No good thought, no evil thought.

Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.

It rains: the earth wet.

Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.

Watch your own steps!

The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.

Coming back with satori but everything just as before: Hermit Mountain's drizzle and mist, Crooked River's waves . . .

To call heaven earth makes it earth? To name earth heaven makes it heaven?

Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!

Killing or vivifying is in these hands.

Produce Mind Without attachment to anything.

However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.

With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.

From the origins nothing exists.

From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.

Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.

Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?

Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.

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.

Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!

Worldly passions inseparable from satori.

Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.

Ordinary mind is the Way.

Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?

Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.

One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.