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