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