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