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