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