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