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