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