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