Killing or vivifying is in these hands.
No good thought, no evil thought.
A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.
Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!
Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.
Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.
Watch your own steps!
Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.
However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.
Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.
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?
Ordinary mind is the Way.
To call heaven earth makes it earth? To name earth heaven makes it heaven?
Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.
Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.
Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.
From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.
One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.
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.
Seek satori within yourself! Where else?
Coming back with satori but everything just as before: Hermit Mountain's drizzle and mist, Crooked River's waves . . .
Walking is Zen; sitting, too.
Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?
Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?
Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.
Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.
A hungry dog bites a dry bone.
With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.
Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.
When cold say cold; When hot say hot.
Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!
From the origins nothing exists.
Spring comes: grass grows.
What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?
Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.
Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.
The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.
Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.
Once you preach, the point is gone.
Worldly passions inseparable from satori.
Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?
Fire is hot; water, cold.
Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.
No ugliness in a loved child.
It rains: the earth wet.
Produce Mind Without attachment to anything.
The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.
He dies, I die - Where can we meet?
Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!