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