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