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