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