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