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