Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.
Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?
One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.
Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.
It rains: the earth wet.
Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!
A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.
Coming back with satori but everything just as before: Hermit Mountain's drizzle and mist, Crooked River's waves . . .
The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.
Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.
Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.
Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.
Once you preach, the point is gone.
Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.
From the origins nothing exists.
From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.
He dies, I die - Where can we meet?
Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!
The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.
Killing or vivifying is in these hands.
When cold say cold; When hot say hot.
Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?
Ordinary mind is the Way.
Watch your own steps!
Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.
No good thought, no evil thought.
No ugliness in a loved child.
Fire is hot; water, cold.
A hungry dog bites a dry bone.
However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.
Never comparable to anything: How can I preach it?
Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.
One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.
Spring comes: grass grows.
To call heaven earth makes it earth? To name earth heaven makes it heaven?
Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.
Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?
With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.
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.
What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?
Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.
Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!
Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.
Worldly passions inseparable from satori.
Seek satori within yourself! Where else?
Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.
Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.
Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.
Walking is Zen; sitting, too.
Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.