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