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