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