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