Killing or vivifying is in these hands.
When cold say cold; When hot say hot.
Once you preach, the point is gone.
Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?
Worldly passions inseparable from satori.
What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?
Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.
Seek satori within yourself! Where else?
One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.
The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.
Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.
The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.
Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?
Watch your own steps!
Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!
Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?
Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.
Spring comes: grass grows.
To call heaven earth makes it earth? To name earth heaven makes it heaven?
One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.
Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.
It rains: the earth wet.
No good thought, no evil thought.
Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.
Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.
Fire is hot; water, cold.
From the origins nothing exists.
Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.
A hungry dog bites a dry bone.
Never comparable to anything: How can I preach it?
Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.
Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.
Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.
Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.
No ugliness in a loved child.
Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.
Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?
Coming back with satori but everything just as before: Hermit Mountain's drizzle and mist, Crooked River's waves . . .
Ordinary mind is the Way.
Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!
With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.
From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.
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.
Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.
He dies, I die - Where can we meet?
Walking is Zen; sitting, too.
Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!
Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.
A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.
Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.