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