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