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