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