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