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