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