Killing or vivifying is in these hands.
Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?
Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.
Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.
He dies, I die - Where can we meet?
Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?
Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.
Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.
It rains: the earth wet.
Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.
Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.
Worldly passions inseparable from satori.
From the origins nothing exists.
Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.
Spring comes: grass grows.
No good thought, no evil thought.
Walking is Zen; sitting, too.
One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.
What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?
Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.
When cold say cold; When hot say hot.
The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.
Never comparable to anything: How can I preach it?
No ugliness in a loved child.
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.
However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.
Fire is hot; water, cold.
A hungry dog bites a dry bone.
Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!
Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.
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.
Coming back with satori but everything just as before: Hermit Mountain's drizzle and mist, Crooked River's waves . . .
To call heaven earth makes it earth? To name earth heaven makes it heaven?
Seek satori within yourself! Where else?
Once you preach, the point is gone.
With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.
Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.
The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.
Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.
Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!
From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.
Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?
Watch your own steps!
Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.
Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?
Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.
Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!
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.