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