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