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