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