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