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