Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.
Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?
The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.
Walking is Zen; sitting, too.
Seek satori within yourself! Where else?
Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?
What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?
However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.
Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.
Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.
A hungry dog bites a dry bone.
From the origins nothing exists.
Killing or vivifying is in these hands.
Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?
Ordinary mind is the Way.
Once you preach, the point is gone.
Worldly passions inseparable from satori.
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.
Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!
One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.
Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.
Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.
From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.
No ugliness in a loved child.
Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.
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.
Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!
Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.
It rains: the earth wet.
A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.
Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.
Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.
To call heaven earth makes it earth? To name earth heaven makes it heaven?
One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.
Spring comes: grass grows.
Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.
Coming back with satori but everything just as before: Hermit Mountain's drizzle and mist, Crooked River's waves . . .
With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.
Fire is hot; water, cold.
He dies, I die - Where can we meet?
Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.
Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.
Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?
No good thought, no evil thought.
Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.
Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!
Produce Mind Without attachment to anything.
Watch your own steps!