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