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