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