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