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