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