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