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