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