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