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