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