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