Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.
No ugliness in a loved child.
A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.
From the origins nothing exists.
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?
Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.
Watch your own steps!
He dies, I die - Where can we meet?
Killing or vivifying is in these hands.
To call heaven earth makes it earth? To name earth heaven makes it heaven?
Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?
It rains: the earth wet.
Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?
Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.
Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.
Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.
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.
Once you preach, the point is gone.
Fire is hot; water, cold.
Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.
Never comparable to anything: How can I preach it?
Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.
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.
Coming back with satori but everything just as before: Hermit Mountain's drizzle and mist, Crooked River's waves . . .
The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.
Worldly passions inseparable from satori.
From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.
No good thought, no evil thought.
Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?
The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.
One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.
Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!
Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.
Spring comes: grass grows.
Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!
Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.
When cold say cold; When hot say hot.
Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.
A hungry dog bites a dry bone.
Walking is Zen; sitting, too.
Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.
Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!
Seek satori within yourself! Where else?
Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.
With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.
Ordinary mind is the Way.
One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.