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