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