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