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