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