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