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