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