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