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