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