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