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