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