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