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