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