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