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