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