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