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