He dies, I die - Where can we meet?
Killing or vivifying is in these hands.
Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.
When cold say cold; When hot say hot.
Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.
Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?
With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.
Once you preach, the point is gone.
One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.
From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.
To call heaven earth makes it earth? To name earth heaven makes it heaven?
A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.
A hungry dog bites a dry bone.
Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!
Produce Mind Without attachment to anything.
Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.
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 . . .
Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?
Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.
Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!
Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?
Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.
Spring comes: grass grows.
Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.
Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?
The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.
One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.
No good thought, no evil thought.
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.
Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.
What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?
Ordinary mind is the Way.
Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!
Watch your own steps!
The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.
However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.
Worldly passions inseparable from satori.
Walking is Zen; sitting, too.
It rains: the earth wet.
From the origins nothing exists.
No ugliness in a loved child.
Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.
Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.
Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.
Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.
Seek satori within yourself! Where else?
Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.
Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.
Fire is hot; water, cold.