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