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