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