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