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