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