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