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