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