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