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