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