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