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