Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.
Once you preach, the point is gone.
The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.
Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.
The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.
Spring comes: grass grows.
Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.
Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.
No ugliness in a loved child.
Seek satori within yourself! Where else?
Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!
Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.
Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!
When cold say cold; When hot say hot.
Walking is Zen; sitting, too.
Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.
With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.
Coming back with satori but everything just as before: Hermit Mountain's drizzle and mist, Crooked River's waves . . .
One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.
Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.
From the origins nothing exists.
It rains: the earth wet.
A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.
Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.
No good thought, no evil thought.
From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.
What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?
Fire is hot; water, cold.
However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.
Watch your own steps!
Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?
Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?
He dies, I die - Where can we meet?
Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.
Ordinary mind is the Way.
One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.
Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.
Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!
Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.
Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.
Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.
Worldly passions inseparable from satori.
Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?
To call heaven earth makes it earth? To name earth heaven makes it heaven?
Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.
Never comparable to anything: How can I preach it?
Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.
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.
Killing or vivifying is in these hands.
A hungry dog bites a dry bone.