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