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