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