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