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