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