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