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