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