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