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