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