Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.
Fire is hot; water, cold.
Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!
Coming back with satori but everything just as before: Hermit Mountain's drizzle and mist, Crooked River's waves . . .
Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.
However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.
Watch your own steps!
Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.
Killing or vivifying is in these hands.
One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.
Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.
One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.
Walking is Zen; sitting, too.
Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!
Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?
The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.
It rains: the earth wet.
Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.
Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.
Spring comes: grass grows.
He dies, I die - Where can we meet?
Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.
Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!
No ugliness in a loved child.
What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?
Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.
When cold say cold; When hot say hot.
Produce Mind Without attachment to anything.
Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.
Once you preach, the point is gone.
Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.
A hungry dog bites a dry bone.
Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?
Ordinary mind is the Way.
Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.
Worldly passions inseparable from satori.
With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.
Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?
A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.
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?
From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.
No good thought, no evil thought.
From the origins nothing exists.
Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.
To call heaven earth makes it earth? To name earth heaven makes it heaven?
Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.
Seek satori within yourself! Where else?
The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.
Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.