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