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