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