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