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