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