To call heaven earth makes it earth? To name earth heaven makes it heaven?
Spring comes: grass grows.
Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.
Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?
Ordinary mind is the Way.
Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.
Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.
Watch your own steps!
Walking is Zen; sitting, too.
Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!
Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!
The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.
From the origins nothing exists.
With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.
Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.
Killing or vivifying is in these hands.
It rains: the earth wet.
Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.
Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.
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.
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.
Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.
A hungry dog bites a dry bone.
No good thought, no evil thought.
Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.
Seek satori within yourself! Where else?
When cold say cold; When hot say hot.
Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!
One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.
Produce Mind Without attachment to anything.
From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.
Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?
Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.
Fire is hot; water, cold.
Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?
Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.
Worldly passions inseparable from satori.
One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.
Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.
No ugliness in a loved child.
Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?
He dies, I die - Where can we meet?
A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.
Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.
However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.
Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.
The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.
What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?
Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.