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