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