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