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