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