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