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