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