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