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