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