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