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