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