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