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