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