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