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