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