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