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