Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.
Coming back with satori but everything just as before: Hermit Mountain's drizzle and mist, Crooked River's waves . . .
Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.
Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!
Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!
Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.
He dies, I die - Where can we meet?
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.
One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.
From the origins nothing exists.
Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.
Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.
What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?
Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.
Spring comes: grass grows.
Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.
Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.
Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?
Watch your own steps!
Fire is hot; water, cold.
A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.
Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?
Produce Mind Without attachment to anything.
No good thought, no evil thought.
Killing or vivifying is in these hands.
Walking is Zen; sitting, too.
When cold say cold; When hot say hot.
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.
From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.
Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?
One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.
It rains: the earth wet.
However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.
Seek satori within yourself! Where else?
Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.
Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?
Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.
A hungry dog bites a dry bone.
To call heaven earth makes it earth? To name earth heaven makes it heaven?
Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.
No ugliness in a loved child.
The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.
Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.
Ordinary mind is the Way.
Worldly passions inseparable from satori.
Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.
With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.
Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!