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