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