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