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