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