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