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