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