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