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