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