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