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