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