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