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