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