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