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