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