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