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