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