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