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