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