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