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