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