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