When cold say cold; When hot say hot.
Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?
One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.
From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.
From the origins nothing exists.
What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?
The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.
Never comparable to anything: How can I preach it?
Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!
A hungry dog bites a dry bone.
Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.
No ugliness in a loved child.
Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?
Walking is Zen; sitting, too.
Ordinary mind is the Way.
Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.
Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!
Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?
Coming back with satori but everything just as before: Hermit Mountain's drizzle and mist, Crooked River's waves . . .
Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.
Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.
He dies, I die - Where can we meet?
Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.
Once you preach, the point is gone.
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.
One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.
Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?
Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.
Spring comes: grass grows.
It rains: the earth wet.
To call heaven earth makes it earth? To name earth heaven makes it heaven?
However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.
No good thought, no evil thought.
Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.
With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.
Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.
Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.
The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.
Fire is hot; water, cold.
Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!
A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.
Worldly passions inseparable from satori.
Killing or vivifying is in these hands.
Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.
Watch your own steps!
Seek satori within yourself! Where else?
Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.
Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.
Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.