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