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