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