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