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