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