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