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