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