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