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