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