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