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