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