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