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