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