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