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