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