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