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