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