Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.

When cold say cold; When hot say hot.

Worldly passions inseparable from satori.

Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!

Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.

Ordinary mind is the Way.

Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.

One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.

Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.

Killing or vivifying is in these hands.

Coming back with satori but everything just as before: Hermit Mountain's drizzle and mist, Crooked River's waves . . .

Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?

Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.

Seek satori within yourself! Where else?

Walking is Zen; sitting, too.

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!

Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.

Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?

No good thought, no evil thought.

Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.

Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!

Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.

To call heaven earth makes it earth? To name earth heaven makes it heaven?

Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.

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.

Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?

From the origins nothing exists.

Fire is hot; water, cold.

One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.

A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.

Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?

Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.

Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.

From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.

However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.

No ugliness in a loved child.

He dies, I die - Where can we meet?

It rains: the earth wet.

Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.

Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.

A hungry dog bites a dry bone.

With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.

Once you preach, the point is gone.

Watch your own steps!

What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?

Never comparable to anything: How can I preach it?

The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.

Produce Mind Without attachment to anything.

Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.