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