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