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