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